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Must be Dreaming Chapter 6. A Strange form of Therapy

"Like, come on Rogue, let's go this way", Kitty grabbed Rogue's gloved hand, and lead her thought the crowed gathered at Bayville Park.

Rogue had only been there twenty minutes and was already starting to regret it. Crowds has always made her nervous, and kitty wasn't helping by dragging her further into one. The slim chance that the fair was going to cheer rogue up and help her get her mind off Gambit was fast fading, as the perky brunet lead her through the crowd. Kitty was on a high, she had devoured three lots of fairy floss already, and her body was practically humming with the energy the sugar had given her. Kitty had offered Rogue some fairy floss, but Rogue just looked at the sticky pink substance and turned up her nose, Kitty didn't mind but, all the more for her.

Rogues patients were fast wearing thin for the vally girl, and her mood was becoming more agitated and aggressive as she was being hauled further into the crowd.

"Kitty could we just stop!", Rogue barked.

Kitty stopped and turned to look at her aggravated friend, who was giving her a death glare. "Like, what's wrong Rogue?", she asked, not sure if the fair was doing Rogue any good what so ever.

"The crowd for one thing", Rogue stated sarcastically.

"Well I , like, can't help that", kitty said sympathetically, "If I could find a place to get out of it, I would".

Rogue looked around, desperate to get out of the crowd at this point. There was a dodgem car arena near by, and people were buying tickets as a new round was about to start. 'I'll have to do', Rogue thought, as she began to drag Kitty in its direction.

"Dodgem cars?", Kitty asked, eying the Goth suspiciously, she would not have thought they were her sort of thing.

"Look it's better than the crowd", Rogue snarled her patients officially warn out.

Rogue bought a ticket, and climbed into a car. She looked behind her, kitty stood near the side of the rink, making no attempt to join the line to buy a ticket.

"Sorry Rogue", kitty said as Rogue put on the pathetic excuse of a seat belt , that was attached to the car, "But I know, like, how viscous it can get in thoughts things, I would rather, like, stay out hear and watch you".

Rogue shrugged, she would rather the chaos in the little car, instead of the crowd any day, at least in hear her chances of absorbing someone were greatly reduced.

The sound of music blared over the speakers in the arena, as the small cars started to come to life. Immediately Rogues car was hit with enough force to send it into the side of the rink. The seat belt across her chest tightened, as the force made her lunged forward, affectively winding her. Rogue growled, and her eyes narrowed, as a switch in her mind was thrown. All the built up feelings that had been accumulating rushed to the surface; her frustration and anger over not seeing Gambit for a month, her irritation towards many members of the institute, and finally her hate of large crowds. The action of being rammed into the side of the arena was all that was needed to bring the feelings cascading forward. Now if this happened to a normal person, the stress of all the emotions would probably have them in tears by now, but not Rogue. When she got stressed, she got mad, and when she got mad, she got MAD. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, as she sent the driver that had pushed her to the side a death glare. (God save him)

Rogue tightened her grip on the steering weal, as she floored the tin car, sending her crashing into the offending car. An evil smile played on Rogues lips, as she watched her opponents car spin to the side, colliding with another car on the way. Rogue then turned her attention to the remaining cars. She floored the car once more, as she through herself at the other cars, sending many careering over to the sides. The other dodgem car driver felt the wrath of Rogue, as the gothic vented all her frustration out on them. As drivers were smashed into the sides by Rogue, other drivers watched, and quickly learned. Soon drivers were going to any lengths to avoid Rogues car, with many sticking to the outside edges or the rink. Only a few drivers who were brave enough (or stupid enough) to venture out into the middle of the circuit, where they soon meet head on by Rogue.

A crowd was forming around the circuit, as bystanders watched the gothic on a war path. Kitty was among them, as she observed her roommate take control of the rink. Kitty jumped back, as a car was sent careering over to the side where she was standing by Rogue.

Suddenly kitty heard a low whistle come from beside her. "It looks like mon chere knows how to drive".

I had so much fun writing that. Gambit has a lot to answer for in the next chapter. So stay tuned.

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